The piece de resistance of the series however, is definitely its ability to take its viewers on a compelling, emotional journey into the lives of its main characters. The cloak and dagger plots set a million light years away from earth still took place in what was essentially a little town with its very own set of the good, the bad and the alien. And that was ultimately what made the series so memorable.
Ensconced in the modern, luxurious environs of the Shangrila Hotel, this venue is almost a nostalgic throwback to the bars of the 40s and 50s, with a lovely modern twist. From the repertoire of live music to the atmosphere, it is warm, retro and relaxing. I’ve been a number of times to the bar and admit, i have had a varied gamut of experiences.
December 2020 has trundled in at last – Dawned is far too genial a word to use for what’s been a blast Of a year, of our lifetimes, of living memory too they say So on this blessed December day, I’m wishing it all away! May the Corona perish in the gentle warmth of springContinue reading “VERSE|A WALK TO DECEMBER*”
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty had a great fallAll the king’s horses and all the king’s menCouldn’t put Humpty together again! A lovely old quatrain, filled with the promise of blood and gore (or at the very least, massive quantities of ill-fated yolk!). Or how about: Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top.When theContinue reading “FEATURE|The Bloodsoaked Rhymes of our Nursery”
Some background to this piece is essential i feel, to give it that bit of relatable relevance. Felicia’s character is based on an old family friend in Sri Lanka who is as lovely as she is absolutely, delightfully eccentric. Donald Rajapakse is a more sinister inspiration, based on the character of a man whom iContinue reading “FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB”
Another day breaks on Paradise island,Little glimmers of it coming through the gap at the top of the curtain railThat was a structural detail i hadn’t intended to but, quite presciently, overlooked when i was putting up my blackout drapes.Still in bed, from the play of light and shadow on my wall,i know whether it’sContinue reading “VERSE|PARADISE EARTH”
For the gracious Padmini Pelpola – the lady who lit up the porch every evening at number 12 Sir Marcus Fernando Mawatha. We were in the throes of the affliction, all lives tossed quite asunder,Everyone struggling with their own version of their worlds-turned-upside-down.I too was grappling with the changesIn a curfew-riddled cocoon of my own.ThereContinue reading “VERSE|The Lady with the Mona Lisa Smile”
For my beautiful, wise mother on what would have been her 72nd birthday on the 8th of July 2020. And to all the other wonderful mothers who have left us too soon ❤️🌺 Sometimes i wake up in the morningFeeling a little less vibrant, a little more melancholy…I get dressed, and i look in theContinue reading “VERSE|Thank you for the Joy – Part 2”
I was so tired. I arrived at my grandmother’s house, Z___abad, at a little past 3pm. It was a cool mid-March evening and the slight chill in the air felt soothing. I made my way up the broad walkway towards the main house. The familiar spring foliage in the inner garden was in full, salutaryContinue reading “FICTION|The Fatigue”
Of Garlic presses, Firestarters and the BBC Starting with a cliche isn’t usually one of my proudest writing moments, but i’m employing the poetic/ prose license bestowed on all of us by these downright bizarre times. While it would seem almost counter-intuitive to wax eloquent on any kind of ‘home-boundedness’ at this juncture in ourContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)”